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April 21st, 2010
a_blessing | 01:53 am "I missed you more."
She sighed and fit her gaze to his, relaxing at his touch before turning her head ever so slightly so that she could kiss his palm. This was her favorite part of what was something of their ritual. He'd pull her close, she'd kiss his palm and they'd both stand there as though they were recharging themselves with the other's presence. That's how it was for her, at least; being away from him was a draining agony but every time she got close to him again everything was right in the world.
"You are the best part of my day. How are you, beautiful?"
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